The Illest Rap Thread Ever

[TopoftheTree]

Big L would be Killing them ALL!

By Big L do you mean Big Lurch? If that's who it is, didn't he get thrown in prison for smoking pcp, killing a woman, and eating her lung naked in the street?

Regardless, Atmosphere's album Lucy Ford will be in my cd changer for a long time as well as Gift of Gab's 4th dimensional rocketships. Just some dope shit to listen to while burnt.

 

[DJ_highst_]

I think he is talking about Big L from the the DITC crew.....and yes Big L would be killing shit right now


Get Mo- I got love for "Furl", Mac Dre will be missed, his beats slapped hard.

 

[ARTofMAKINGfire]

tex - Z-Ro is rediculous. That dude is like a Southern Pac...

Let me recall......

"Damn these city streets
are deadly to a brotha
cause they full of police, killas, and undercovers."
z-ro

 

[texsativa]

tex - Z-Ro is rediculous. That dude is like a Southern Pac...

Let me recall......

"Damn these city streets
are deadly to a brotha
cause they full of police, killas, and undercovers."
z-ro

He is. 2Pac was a poet and I remember back in the day jammin his songs. But Z-Ro is so real. Ridiculous. I could not say which is better, Fat Pat or Z-ro, I don't think that is fair. Fat Pat is my favorite, but some of my favorite rap songs are by Z-Ro.
[Z-Ro]
I could of sworn I wasn't the only person on this earth
But it seems, that I've been one deep ever since the day of my birth
I'm sick and tired of being lonely in this crooked land, people think
I'm tripping cause of my facial expressions but they don't understand
24 years old and use to frowning daily, trying to figure out
Who was the friend, and who was the foe, you know it's bout to drive me crazy
Mama, tell Jesus I can't handle the pressure, look at
The way they do me down here, my vision is Z-Ro on the stretcher
Can't I breed in peace, won't y'all leave me alone
Like Makavelli I close my eyes and picture home
Bout a Mo City block, a place that ain't no glocks, and it ain't no sin
No longer watching my back for the retaliation
How does it feel to wish that you was dead, I can
Answer that cause many of nights my pistol's to my head
But I'm so scared, my life, my life, 360 degrees
Of being neglected stressing enemies nigga tell me how does it feel

(Chorus - 2x)How does it feel, when you can't make the pain stop
Walking in the rain so your tears can blend in with the rain drops
When your kin people done turned they back
Every family that I know is just like that, my nigga how does it feel

[Big Rodsta]
How does it feel, to be broke in this rap game
You have skills and fame, but no car in your name
With dreams for shiny things can you still hang
But the T lady's house got cracks in the window pain
How does it feel to have that shit under your seat now
You must start with your face on these c.d.s now
What's the deal now, what it do on them zones now
Got them feds at your door so when you go now
How does it feel to have these seeds that you can't feed
And these blocks full of rookies that you can't bleed
20/20 vision clear day, but you can't see
That you can't be the broke nigga haters wanna see
How does it feel to be brave full of street game
Rap game, dope game, damn near the same thang
How to maintain, I don't know rings don't bling
Big Rod looking at the window birds don't sing, how does it feel

 

[GET MO]

(and i suggest stoner4life learns the differerence between 'nigga' and 'nigger' and hopefully he'll stop hijacking this thread with his personal opinions...start your own thread if you want to do rant)

'Never Ignorant Getting Goals Acomplished'
-2pac-

 

[MrMcBean]

...in the land of killers, a sinless mind is a sanctum... -eminem

fuckit that was good music...

 

[young booboo]

My favorite active rappers are Ghostface Killah, MF DOOM, Slug, David Banner (sometimes he reverts to ignorance and it makes me sad), and T.I. .
All time is Outkast, UGK, Eightball and MJG, and old Triple six. Geto Boys as well. I love rap, I aspire to be in that business making beats or managing or some other crap. My beat page is www.myspace.com/dfranksound tell me what's up if you want or tell me I suck or something.

 

[GET MO]

My favorite active rappers are Ghostface Killah, MF DOOM, Slug, David Banner (sometimes he reverts to ignorance and it makes me sad), and T.I. .
All time is Outkast, UGK, Eightball and MJG, and old Triple six. Geto Boys as well. I love rap, I aspire to be in that business making beats or managing or some other crap. My beat page is www.myspace.com/dfranksound tell me what's up if you want or tell me I suck or something.

I liked the first one summer.......

 

[QuietStorm]

Memories on corners with the fours & the moors
Walk to the store for the rose talking straightforward to
Got uncles that smoke it some put blow up they nose
To cope with they lows the wind is cold & it blows
In they socks & they souls holding they rolls
Corners leave souls opened & closed hoping for more
With nowhere to go rolling in droves
They shoot the wrong way cause they ain't knowing they goal
The streets ain't safe cause they ain't knowing he code
By the fours I was told either focus or fold
Got cousins with flows hope they open some doors
So we can cop clothes & roll in a Rolls
Now I roll in a "Olds" with windows that don't roll
Down the roads where cars get broke in & stole
These are the stories told by Stony & Cottage Grove
The world is cold the block is hot as a stove
On the corners


I wish I could give ya this feeling
I wish I could give ya this feeling
On the corners, robbing, killing, dying
Just to make a living (huh)


We underrated, we educated
The corner was our time when times stood still
And gators and snakes gangs and yellow and pink
And colored blue profiles glorifying that


Streetlights & deepnights cats trying to eat right
Riding no seat bikes with work to feed hypes
So they can keep sweet Nikes they head & they feet right
Desires of streetlife cars & weed types
It's hard to breath nights days are thief like
The beast roam the streets the police is Greeklike
Game at it's peak we speak & believe hype
Bang in the streets hats cocked left or deep right
Its steep life coming up where sheeplike
Rappers & hoopers we strive to be like
G's with 3 stripes seeds that need light
Cheese & weaves tight needs & thieves strike
The corner where struggle & greed fight
We write songs about wrong cause it's hard to see right
Look to the sky hoping it will bleed light
Reality's and I heard that she bites
The corner


The corner was our magic, our music, our politics
Fires raised as tribal dancers and
war cries that broke out on different corners
Power to the people, black power, black is beautiful


Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burger its
Cats with gold permanents move they bags as herbalist
The dirt isn't just fertile its people working & earning this
The curb-getters go where the cash flow & the current is
It's so hot that burn to live the furnace is
Where the money move & the determined live
We talk play lotto & buy german beers
It's so black packed with action that's affirmative
The corners



The corner was our Rock of Gibraltar, our Stonehenge
Our Taj Mahal, our monument,
Our testimonial to freedom, to peace and to love
Down on the corner

Common Ft. Last Poets

 

[THC•20]

Aye, I got the banger on the outside,
We can bang it out,
Im a gangster from the southside,
All in ya mouth,
And if your thinking im wrong,
Then im callin you out, (boy)
We could bet your car and your house,
See'in how my level is out,
Sit in this big body ma,
You gonna feel like you fell on a couch,
And them 20" Perriliz is out,
Shh woodgrain make her level her out,
Pedel her throughout the metro area,
Weezy Baby hes the greatest,
Leave the ladies in such disbeliefe,
But bitch please believe me,
Im that boy the leader of my block,
Im runnin i got the rock,
Im in need of a glock,
And i speed up my drop,
When the streetz is burning,
My heat will burn you haterz,
Loose paper sheetz is turning,
As your speech is slurin,
Your pitchins weak,
Next week they gonna probably see your family tree,
I managely push the tanish all fast,
Soft red top vanish off that,
Now yall mad,
I got yall like the blue band,
Weezy Baby got your broad sayin....

:Sample:

See it, like it, cop it, refix it,
East landlord bout to start evicting,
Hustle san hard backseat 3 chickenz,
Bundle that broad 2 for 3 we flippin,
Dug that car doosyfy we dippin,
CC buy that bar we sippin,
FIFI fire that go we liftin,
T street kill that boy he trippin,
We be S-Q 80'z shittin,
Weezy baby and your baby mamaz peepin,
She wanna get off,
But we all just fucked that bitch and kept goin,
Weezy baby young black rich im that boy,
Oh boy im no toy i play no games,
I feel like fuck some niggaz but say no names,
Feel like fuckin bitches gettin major brain,
Squad comin like an army and im major pane,
Man my arm poked the sun and made it rain,
But you wouldnt get wet if you stayed with wayne,
But yo girl will get wet if she stayed with wayne,
Next morning she on the plane taped with cane,
Fast foward me, haters lame, cops is haterz,
Mad at the cheese on these hot patotaz,
And we passin them V's and the tops is raising,
My jersey is hot my tennis shoes steamin,
My sockz is blazin,
The rocks in my watch is crazy,
Look Goofy,
Iceburg sweater kids yellin look goofy,
My eyes look droppy cuz im full of that fruity,
The bitch keep tellin you the boyz a cutie,
Man im in a 2 seater me and my nigga louis,
We so fresh me and my nigga louis vuitton,
From the feet to the arm thatz how we do it,
Come on mami leave me alone im out of fluid,
Move on man your teeth to long you probably chew it,
Baby you know imma S-Q it,
Weezy baby i dont wanna say no more haha,
I dont wanna say no more man, Fuck yall man,
Weezy Baby Holla At Cha Boy....

 

[bush@crackhouse]

Been kinda away from ic and i wasn't gonna post and all, but then i decide i should post some immortal tech's lyric (i mean illest rap? thats him) but then i saw the dance with the devil lyric.. and ok, immortal tech is pretty much it.

So here's something different.

Stic man from Dead Prez
"I believe"

[Chorus: Stic man]
I know I can, I'm sure I can
get this dope out my veins
I believe I can, I know I can
I'm sure I can break free from the chains

[Verse 1: Stic man]
I can heal, I can change a fight and never give up
I'd made up my mind I can do it and that's what up
I'm a learn I'm a find what I need to help myself
I understand that it's up to me to take care of my health
I'm a prove to the world that I can get back up
on my feet and I'm a do it for myself for me
and for my family, they only want the best for me
they wonna see me in control of my destiny

[Chorus: Stic man]
And I believe I can
I know I can, I'm sure I can
get this dope out my veins
I believe I can, I know I can
I'm sure I can break free from the chains

[Verse 2: Stic man]
Aint no easy way out, but I made it this far
many days I slip back frustrated cos it's hard
but it's my time now to make the changes in my heart
And I aint looking back right here today is where I'm a start
I believe in myself, I just made some bad choises
I still love myself and I aint ready for the coffin
I'm reaching out to my loved ones for they support
and no negative thought is gonna stop me just (watch)

[Chorus: Stic man]
I believe I can
I know I can, I'm sure I can
get this dope out my veins
I believe I can, I know I can
I'm sure I can break free from the chains

[Verse 3: Stic man]
I got things I wonna do in my life I aint did yet
I know I've been close to the egde but I aint dead yet
it's never too late to make a change for the better
and I really mean it this time I'm bout to get myself together
I know it's not just me I aint the only one
everybody got something that they need to overcome
you aint gor to smoke crack to be a fiend
a fiend is just somebody whos addicted it can be anything
too many of us addicted to the American dream
we high from the lies on the TV screen
we drunk from the poison that they teach in the schools
and we junkies from the chemicals we eat in the food

[Chorus: Stic man]
I believe I can
I know I can, I'm sure I can
get this dope out my veins
I believe I can, I know I can
I'm sure I can break free from the chains

[Speach: Stic man's mum]
I believe in myself
I believe that greater is in me, than is on the outside
I can be ... who I wonna be
It's already inside me, if I just believe in myself

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=82y5y36gDbA

 

[GET MO]

'my area code grow some of the best weed in the world my ninja we aint no punks, say we need ta take a bath in tomatoe sauce, cuz we always smell like skunk'
'Growin weed in my garage, police roll up I gotta canabis card'

E-40
yay area, Califoolya

 

[GET MO]

FIRE

FIRE

[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
I'm at the liquor sto' gettin mo' blunts for the skunk
Hit the block in the Chev', I got thump in the trunk
Feelin good off the woods in the hood and I'm thizzin
Kinda 'noid, they always tryin to take your boy back to prison
They hate to see a player employ his self
They hate to see a player enjoy his self
But I'm sidin, wanna ride? Then player, let's go
I'm 29 with many rhymes and love XO
I'm a hog, bust the raw with the words I serve
Every tape that I make, baby, learn the words
Young Mac Dre got the gift to gab
Hate a breezy who give heezy like she lickin some zags
I'm on the celly telly tryin to get some roper from relly
Need it very smelly, finna go choke at the telly
It's on, finna blow a zone to the dome
Tone Capone got the bong and them bomb weed songs

[CHORUS: (Harm) & Big Lurch]
(Fire)
Puttin the smoke in the air
(Fire)
Blowin big type of player player
(Fire)
Cheech and Chong on a spree
(Fire)
Blowin it big, come smoke with me

[Verse 2: Big Lurch]
Everyday in the life of a gee
We be triflin and we enlighten the seed
Big girls ain't fightin me
Them pimped out gangsterism tactics
Dependin on my gun like a blacksmith
packin, belligerent actor, see the chiropractor
But I crack ya neck back, spleen
Blow you to smithereens for the things I done seen
In my everyday smokin-out ritual, regular routine
Walkin down the street with a gangsta limp in denim jeans
Seein some squaws and smile (bling-bling)
I just wanna lean
Why don't I juggle up this dope beat
Then jump in a five-point oldie leavin the block smokey
With the OG Mac Dre, Killa Kali parlay, parlay
Smokin a bounce of that bombay everyday

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Mac Dre]
I need narcotic, that gooey and stinky
When I ain't got it - I'm moody and cranky
What the dealy? what's really? bust down that Phillie
We can old school with a zag or blow bags in the billy
Is you sillly, never throw the dubee away
Waste no dank when you're blowin with Dre
Tryin to cope with the stress so I blow big
How can a bullet-proof vest protect my wig?
See, them cutthroat fools done changed the rules
The public got it twisted and we blame the news
I got game for fools cause I hang with fools
That got game to use and maintain the rules
Keep it real, dog, and represent what's right
Be a real hog when you bless the mic
Smoke big, live long and get yo pringles
Young Lurch and Mac Dre makin hit rap singles

 

[buckeye-leaf]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-VfqtY8atc

 

[gonejah17]

. . . Aight back to me/I fill ya brain past capacity/givin u more than what u ask of me/my acurracy - be deadly when I blast the heat/experience catastrophe/like sailboats without no mast at sea . . ./Or police that smash the scene where u stash the green/harrassin me to snatch my cash and weed/wrong like blasphemy/but Im strong like shackles be/down to bring along the faculty/whoever wanna battlerap with me Im laughin G

-GJ17 best MC on ICMAG lol

 

[swampdank]

lacville '79

barely runnin and rippin,

but still, im flippin on vogues.

hoes be trippin on devin, devin dont be trippin on hoes

they be talkin bout "aww would you look at that nigga, wit no inspection sticka,
drankin liquor, smokin swishas

and i go about 47 in a 55

fuel injected niggas be honkin, but fuck it, my shit'l drive

paid for it bout nine times, diferent mechanics
too much of a job, some say they just couldnt handle it

i need some shocks on the back, need work on the brakes
my passenger window sometimes dont wanna raise.

i hear bumps and crunks, ticks and pings and tings
i gotta hole in my muffler and other minor things

my electrical rearview mirror dont move like its spose ta
even the objects in the muthafucka need to be closa.

im satisfied wit my ride, i dont ask much,
but people talk, and they diss, they heckle and laugh but.


im rollin

car not stolen

prolly never will be, its much too old and

smokin weed and feelin fine

in my lac ville 79.

 

[swampdank]

“Man, I’m so high, I haven’t landed yet
Don’t know if I will, ever come down from this buzz that I feel
And I also got some kill, yep, as if You didn’t know
9 times out of 10, I’m ready, steady stayin blowed
After unloadin My shorties, comin back from QT
I fire up a doobie, You do You, I do Me
There’s people concerned about My health but they won’t tell Me
I don’t even try to play it off, shit, I know that they smell Me
“What is He on?” that’s what they say when I leave
“What is He smokin? Is You sure it’s just weed?”
I used to stay at the crib, seldom come out
cause they think My wealth & My health goes together somehow
I tried this, I tried that, I’m hooked on nuthin but love
so it’s hard to say “Fuck what people thinkin of.”
I dip in, I dip out, I go here, I go there
And I’m steady gettin blowed, yeah….

Almost every verse Dude has ever spit is a winner. The most consistent rap artist out
most slept on rapper ever.

if you cant relate to devin the dude, might as well eat a bullet imo

 

[GET MO]

Wutcha gon do when ya friends go home and ya wanna smoke some weed but the reefers all gon
And somebody had the nerve ta take the herb up out my doobie ashtray, why they do me that way?

 

[swampdank]

Bitch what do you want?
Nigga what do you need?
A rock hard bone?
A dime of weed?
Whatever it is hoe you can hit him from a phone
But if ya don't want nothin' leave him lone he be gone
See he's known for smokin' skunk and gettin' drunk without knowin'
He through about twenty bitches and hoes and he probably fucked yours
But the Dude don't disrespect but then he takes no shit
But if your bitch is in his ride then shes gettin' some dick
He moves quick real slick never been to the pen or the forum
They got stories bout the Dude the kids bragged when they saw him
And them laws he don't bomb
That nigga just keep dippin'
Early in the morning flippin'
Coffee sippin'
Dont be trippin' on niggas they see him walk in the sto'
Get him some cigarettes, cigars and a Colt 4-0
Without payin' walk out that hoe so calm and so cool
(Who's that?)
Man that's the Dude and he's a God damn fool


Who is it?
Not too often seen in public (that's the Dude)
Who is it?
Smokin' on Sweets while he's gettin' his nuts licked (that's the Dude)

Don't come talkin'
That nothin' shit
Round the Dude
Don't play no funny games
Don't talk shit no
He'll tell you to suck a dick
He's the Dude
Hey hey here comes the Dude


Da da do dap
Bla do blap dap
Bitches front 'em at the club they gettin' jab slapped
He don't cap
To him that bring too much attention
Keep his eyes open for premeditated lynchin'
Countin' inches on his hard dick
You might need a yard stick
He makes bitches suck it and make them niggas get off it
Don't start shit with the Dude
You wouldn't want him to finish
Cause hoe you know it be on in a minute
You need to thank him for ya gal he made her suck a little better
He love makin' trash outta another niggas treasure
Cause bitches for dude dog, come a dime a dozen
Fuck one let one suck his dick then find another
He don't debate he concentrate on survivin'
He don't like to drive if he's been drinkin' but he'll drink while he's
drivin'
But he's higher than a fuck, you'll never catch him sober
All his women quit him cause they got fucked over
But all the pussy he got was pussy he earned
He'll fire up a Sweet before you'll fire up yearn
Some say he's nice and friendly but the niggas no fool
He's so swift he's so smooth he's so calm he's so cool
He's the Dude


Who is it?
Who is it?


Hey hey hell yeah can't you tell?
The Dude been through Hell
See the smoke in the air?
Shouldn't do the shit he do but see the Dude don't care
Empty bottles of beer and empty rubbers everywhere


He jam old school music in his low slightly bumpin'
Saw him last Tuesday in an old white somethin'
Half naked bitch with him with plenty of ass
He threw the duces at your boy and continued to pass
People spread rumors about him to bring him down
But if ya know him like I do you know he don't fuck around
And he clowns and he jokes and he smokes and he hangs
But don't fuck over the Dude one night he showed me a brain
No name
I ain't gonna tell you all of his biz
He's down to fight for his friends
Die for his momma and kids
Niggas be placin' they bids tryin' to do like he do
Try to be where he's been but they get folded in two
He's the Dude


i dont go anywhere far without devin and a sack. fa sho!

 

[thekingofNY]

TI-I can't quit

Hell no I cant quit
Hell no man we got to much money to get shawti stay down grand hustle
Look...
IM this far from being a star and just that close to quittin
I never should of came close to missing
But I want to be a musician pimpin not a politician listen feel my position this a rough transition
Plus I'm way to deep in the game to be trying to change
From fortune and fame and glamour I could be in the slammer
Or six feet under Atlanta its a blessing to breath I walk the streets with seven felonies I'm blessed to be free
Long as somebody up in heaven who keep blessing the G T.I.P is still be blessing CD's so haters you can see these
Cause I'm back now with something to prove everything to gain pimpin nothing to lose
I oughta start smackin niggas when there's nothing to do
They to big shoot em in the leg and even the odds cause you aint hard
Less you round with captain C ROD Trap with KT and brawl with JR
Fuck hoes with DP broke bread with JG
Switch labels like KP poofa did all that to me even
Though I'd rather go back to slangin drugs an shit
This a gang of niggas and bitches really love this shit

[Chorus]
I Can't Quit
Even though Police's hate on legit
And rappers hate it cause they know I'm the shit
Hell naw I cant quit
Some niggas hatin on the money I'm getting
Most of them hatin cause im fuckin they bitch
Naw pimpin I can't quit
Some niggas hatin on the rocks and the rings
Some of them hate cause they dont think I'm the king
Hell naw i cant quit
People hate it when you better then them
They ain't hate start worrying then
Hey I'm winning I cant quit

[T.I]
Ten years an album and two deals fo' real we all know I should of sold two million at least
It's all good though I flow for the streets I do it for yall every weekend see who in the mall
Still in the traps signing your shirts given you doubt
Kikin it with ya' then get yo' and your folk into the club
Holes of the pictures where girls gave kisses and hugs
Hold and I look at the show passing niggas the drove
One of the realist rappers niggas will know
But niggas be hatin to the point where they be calling the station
But they respect it cause I'm ready and focused
Then I see they panties an vocals, I want you to know
This the closest you know this
Niggas in the game ain't real got to stay sellin records cause the fame ain't shit
And fuck the units that they name will sell
They'll break your hearts and see your favorite rappers lame as hell

[Chorus]

[T.I]
Some of the people some of time times
Some of you rhyme but might not like one of them lines
I tell you, I let you criticize me one of them times
Those of you that think I'm to cocky get in front of the line
Whether you don't like my ego or my arrogant flow
Don't like it when you say im tyte
I say I already know
Don't like how I was talkin shit before my album blowed
Think I need to calm it down become more like the average Joe
So, fuck yo' little thoughts and that little house you think I'm in
Get a Benz i value your opinion then think i give a fuck how many times my record spins
Well what you recommend, I'm back again

[Chorus]